Dome Settling Dimly
A thousand years and each one gone
Long ere we sense its dawning
Did duckling really turn to swan?
Was oak but acorn spawning?
Father Time has no solution
Mother Earth remains perplexed
Let us hie to Isles Aleutian
There to see what happens next
A thousand years, brand new, to come
All gleaming with potential
Will senses overload to numb?
Should we be reverential?
When Father Thames is set ablaze
Can water ever quench it?
Can Mother Wit assuage our days
Or inculcate new friendship?
Contributors: | P, Roland, TG. |
Poem finished: | 4th January 2000. |